He would
Alright, but you're gonna keep the secret, right?
Crime Lords are rich though, right? Also, baby names?
Serious question: DC has asked you (yes you 🫵) to write a 10 issue Jason Todd comic run. No conditions or stipulations, any era, any supporting cast, any villain. What do you do?
THE ERA OF VANISHING HAS BEGUN
They are not arresting people. They are vanishing them.
Rumeysa Ozturk wasn’t read her rights. She wasn’t told why she was being detained. She was walking to break her fast in Somerville, Massachusetts when masked men in an unmarked SUV pulled up, took her phone, slapped on handcuffs, and dragged her into a vehicle like she was some kind of national security threat.
She’s a doctoral student. A Fulbright scholar. A trauma researcher. But in Donald Trump’s America, she fit the profile: Muslim, foreign-born, sympathetic to Palestinians.
Now she’s locked in a for-profit detention center in Louisiana, hundreds of miles from her lawyer, after a federal judge specifically said she wasn’t to be moved.
They moved her anyway. Because rules no longer apply to those with badges — real or fake.
A MOVEMENT BUILT ON CHAINS AND COWARDS
Alireza Doroudi is gone too.
He’s a doctoral student at the University of Alabama, born in Iran, studying mechanical engineering. No criminal record. No warning. Just scooped off the grid.
ICE refuses to say where he’s being held. No public charge has been announced. His only crime appears to be existing in the wrong body, from the wrong country, in the wrong era.
Mahmoud Khalil was next — a Columbia student, arrested for leading pro-Palestinian protests. Trump labeled him a “radical foreign Hamas sympathizer” on Truth Social. Days later, he was gone.
Jeanette Vizguerra was taken from her Target shift in Colorado, chained at the waist.
Alfredo “Lelo” Juarez, a farmworker organizer, was dragged from his car at dawn in Washington. His window was smashed by federal agents. His voice silenced.
These aren’t isolated incidents. These are deliberate acts of political intimidation.
They are testing the system — testing us — to see how many people they can disappear before we stop calling it democracy.
WHEN ICE IS A BADGE — AND A COSTUME
While the real ICE disappears scholars, organizers, and mothers, the fakes are circling like vultures.
In South Carolina, Sean-Michael Johnson posed as an ICE officer. He pulled over a van of Latino men, screamed slurs, jiggled their keys, and knocked a phone out of someone’s hand. “You’re going back to Mexico!” he shouted. He wasn’t an agent — but he played one with conviction.
In North Carolina, Carl Thomas Bennett used a fake badge to sexually assault a woman at a motel. He told her if she didn’t comply, he’d have her deported. He held up a counterfeit ID and pretended to be the state.
And in Philadelphia, a Temple University student in an “ICE” shirt tried to storm a dorm building with two accomplices. They were dressed for the part, intoxicated by the illusion of authority, emboldened by the climate.
This is what happens when the state makes cruelty a brand. When a badge becomes a fetish object. When the line between enforcement and cosplay disappears altogether.
THE WHOLE SYSTEM IS THE CRIME
Let’s stop pretending this is a coincidence.
This is a unified strategy. The Trump administration is using ICE like a personal strike force — targeting international students, protest leaders, organizers, and mothers with surgical precision.
They invoke secret designations. They bypass due process. They manufacture pretexts out of thin air and rely on the fog of bureaucracy to hide the blood on the floor.
The point isn’t law enforcement. The point is deterrence. Spectacle. Control.
This is what political cleansing looks like when it’s dressed up in the language of national security.
They’re showing the world that resistance has a cost — and the cost is your freedom, your voice, your visibility, your future.
SILENCE IS CONSENT. AND WE ARE LOUD.
There is no middle ground here. No fence to sit on. No neutral position when people are being kidnapped in the name of the state.
ICE doesn’t need your applause. It needs your silence. Every time a student vanishes and the media shrugs, every time a woman is cuffed and the public looks away, the machine gets stronger.
They are daring us to ignore it. They are counting on our numbness. They are betting that we’ll keep scrolling.
We cannot let them win.
This is not border policy. This is not visa enforcement. This is not safety.This is authoritarianism with a PowerPoint presentation.This is fascism disguised as formality.
This is the state stripping people from the land and pretending it’s order.
Let the record show:
They took people.
And we did not look away.
We saw it.
We named it.
We raised hell.
And we did not stop.
(I didn’t write this. Credit goes to Fear and Loathing: Closer to the Edge)
I have an idea for a dcxdp thing where Danny adopts Tim as a teenager and Tim just. Doesn't tell anyone. He'd already been adopted by Bruce, but Danny had decided that this unhinged feral teen needs better care and just does it himself. The others find out slowly through meeting Danny, who is very much the caring worried dad, slowly, one at a time, possibly several meetings in. Tim isn't keeping it secret or anything, he just doesn't care to say anything because he knows they'll figure it out eventually. Bruce continues to be oblivious until someone tells him
So this blog is sort of just me if I lived in Gotham City but with a different name for privacy reasons
Name: Cleff
Pronouns: they/it
Gender: what are you, a cop?
Feel free to send asks for this character!
Edit: I have decided to become a supervillain
Welp. My life has gone to shit so here's a notes game with meeeee hah. (I made the numbers obnoxiously big cause I don't wanna do any of this lollll)
10 notes. I'll brush my teeth(toothpaste blegh)
50 notes. I'll stay clean for a week(arms are healed!)
100 notes. I'll finally finish my book(I worked on a chapter. Out on wattpad now!)
500 notes. I'll clean my room
750 notes. I'll tell my therapist about my suic1al thoughts (<3)
1000 notes. I'll open up to my friends.... (They were chill!!)
2000 notes. I'll talk to my aunt about my mental problem(she gave me advice)
5000 notes. I'll tell my mom about my eating habits. (I now have an eating schedule heh) <3
8000 notes. I'll stay clean for a month
10000 notes. I'll stop isolating myself.
20000 notes. I'll go back inpatient AGH....
Don't you dare do this you all. >_<
(If the goal is white it means its been completed)
I’ve seen a lot of discussion about this gif, and what these particular gestures might mean, and it looks like the consensus among fans is that Mic is asking for a high-five, and Aizawa is reminding him that his hands are in giant flipping casts and thus, a high-five is impossible. A real tragedy.
BUT LISTEN
We’ve all overlooked what that means. THAT MEANS that these guys high-five all the goddamn time, and have for the past FIFTEEN YEARS. So often that Mic has come to expect it, and Aizawa feels the need to explain why it won’t be happening. Picture it:
They capture a villain together? High-five!
School gets cancelled and they get to stay home and play video games all day like teenagers? Slap it!
Some hero they both hate got flung into an open manhole and had to be hosed down in the street by the fire department? Don’t leave me hangin’!
These two high-five like huge dorks all the time and I think that’s beautiful.Â
Can I join you?
Tag all your family members, friends, Enemies!
oh, i don't exactly get out much. too busy with... work. just work. definitely. absolutely just work.
so just @your-local-shapeshifter really, even if she's an irresponsible chaos gremlin who always shows up to work injured.